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"The Begin Again Beings"

A family of swords
the world under their feet
to all that is fallen in the 
darkened passages beneath,
slipped on crushed pearls of tears
rivulets running down 
a body of work pierced,
the milky powder swallowed
from the shells of wisdom,
much stronger than Bex,
a slither still remaining, 
dulled the pain, 
somewhat, 
for a short while, 
until it was fully consumed
and exhausted - then,
without warning, 
the unstable ground 
ripped, captured pages,
altered the blood let secrets
that seeped 6ft underground -
through the cracks, 
one would postulate 
that this was a doleful, 
how to articulate?
there is only one way -
experience exsanguinate; 
their charbroiled armour 
now tarnished darker,
nourished the unseen seeds 
of the Begin Again Beings
and their shoots shifted 
from blunderbuss bullets 
and cutting swords
pulled from stones, 
to quills flourished 
and bowing
to the never ending 
silent war of roses;
breaking the surface rot,
growth was slowly seen 
breaching up towards the Sun, 
in the time of another’s
war strewn 
journée poétique
Golden Trumpets
stood with Lilys-of-the-Fields
and Blue Lantana its 
thistle down blown apart,
scattered and carried in waves
across the blue sky clouds,
to propagate and adorn 
the thorny crowns 
of black ravens
sitting on the shoulders
of their beloved 
scarecrow masters, 
their heraldry requiring 
blood and the water
to dissolve their 
steadfast blindfolds,
to clearly see as doves,
the beautiful great mystery
of the forgotten ones, 
standing their ground
triumphant, never left,
never leaving, 
bathed for all time
in the Sun

this is "1" story 
of The Begin Again Beings
and how their well-fought for kingdom
was won

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

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